Making The Princesses Choose

Wang Jian's grip on Mariana tightened as he felt the anger boiling inside him. The air was thick with tension, and the pulse of adrenaline coursed through his veins. The two sisters, locked in a struggle for control, were oblivious to the storm brewing in Wang Jian's mind.

"Let us go, Wang!" Mariana shouted, her voice trembling but laced with defiance. She tried to squirm free from his grasp, her heart racing.

But the more she resisted, the angrier he became. The fire in his eyes flickered dangerously as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her skin. "You think you can just walk away? After everything?" His voice was low, barely a whisper, but it held a menacing edge that sent a shiver down her spine.

Valeria watched, panic rising within her as she saw the shift in Wang Jian's demeanor. She moved closer, desperate to diffuse the situation. "Wang, please, let's talk about this. There's no need for violence."